BabyDex: Blah crap, I'm so bored.
Rogue: What can you expect, it's summer.
BabyDex: I was hoping summer would be more exciting than this.
Rogue: Don't lie to yourself. On with the damn story.
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. EVERYONE IS MINE.
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July 2006
[Azkaban Prison – Somewhere in the Wizarding World]
He had to get out there. He just had to. There was no way in hell Severus could get the Wizengamot to let him out, even with the contract as proof. They'd have to plan the biggest prison escape since his Uncle Dimitri. Voldemort had definitely made sure he couldn't escape: the Dementors were still here and watching him closely. Very closely.
Like lechers. Perverts. He'd always been told he was too pretty to go to jail, but he'd never known how true it was until now.
If only he hadn't gone, if only he hadn't been caught, if only he had ducked when Nymphadora sent that Stunning spell at him. If only he hadn't signed that contract. But no, he had to sign it. He couldn't let Tommy fall to the Dark side. If Tommy had signed it, there would have been no coming back for him. So he had signed it, he could come back. Luke Malfoy always found a new way to reinvent himself.
Luke A. Malfoy. Lucius Angeles Malfoy. The innocent one. The one who had once been the greatest singer of all time. Greater than Michael Jackson even. The one, who they never thought would join the Dark side, had joined the Dark side. It was either him or Tommy, and frankly, he was the more popular choice.
If his father had seen him now he'd have a fit. With his white silk pajama bottoms and white flannel shirt, practically brown with dirt and grit; it hadn't been washed in a month. His long, ice-blonde hair plaited in a dirty braid that hung like a rattail down to his knees (it had a habit of growing two feet in a month if it hadn't been cut); he hadn't washed it in a week. His heart-shaped face was all dirty and grimy, his blue-gray eyes fearful and dull, and to top it all off, he wasn't wearing any shoes. If he got a cut on his foot right now it'd be infected instantly from all the dirt on the floor.
But he had some good things going for him. First off, he still had hid soul so he knew what he was doing, and he was also getting first-hand experience of acting like a mindless zombie. If he ever got out, he'd use this to scare he shit out of Kiss and his kids. He'd love to see the looks on their faces. Second, his wings had grown back so he didn't have to stay on the ground so much and he could sleep with his wings fully covering him, so he didn't have to sleep on the ground or worry about people jumping him in the middle of the night. Finally, the Dementors left Azkaban at exactly 8:00 PM every night and didn't come back until 5:00 AM (he still had his watch), so had nine hours to figure out how to get out of here.
Getting out of his cell was easy. They may have broken his wand, but he didn't need it to do magic. In Rogue World, your body is your wand and magic flows through you. Plus, there was the fact that when he pulled a strand of hair out of head it would become a thin strip of steel, perfect for picking locks. It's good to have a wife whose favorite pastime is picking locks.
7:55. The Dementors started to disappear one by one while the others started to make their last rounds of the night. One Dementor stopped at Luke's cell and looked in. He was sitting on the floor with his wings spread out, staring absently at the wall, like a mindless zombie. The Dementor cocked his hooded-head at the strange blonde angel, then shook his head and left. He had other things to do.
8:00. The last Dementor disappeared. Luke got up and began to pick the lock. 45 seconds, he thought, a new record. He had looked everywhere accept the very bottom floor, the basement. He heard from the other prisoners that "the angel" came from down there. It was ironic to him because, as far as he knew, he was the only angel in Azkaban and he was all the way on the top floor.
As he made his way down to the basement, he noticed a lot of the prisoners calling out to him.
"Angel! Help us! Save us from this horrid place!" They would say. And when he just moved on they would cry out to him: "Angel! Why do you leave us?!"
He really didn't want to leave them, but how could he help them if he couldn't find a way out? So he just kept going.
When he got to the first floor, he felt as if he were looking into a mirror. It was the same blue-gray eyes, the same ice-blonde braid, the same clothes, the same wings; everything was the same. He knew only one other person who could look like that and he was supposed to be dead. At least, that's what he thought. They never did find the body.
They both just stood there and looked at each other. Then the mirror image started to back away.
"Wait!" Luke shouted. "Who are you?"
"The question is," replied the mirror image, who sounded exactly like Luke. "Who do you want me to be?"
"You can't be," said Luke. "You supposed to be dead!"
"I could be," shrugged the mirror image. "And I was . . . just not anymore"
Then the mirror image turned and ran. Luke ran after him; he just had to know if that was his brother or not. The mirror image ran down the corridor, turned right into another, then left into another. He then stopped in front of the door to the basement and looked back at Luke.
"If you really want to know what happened, you'll come down to the basement with me." He said, and then he looked at Luke and smirked. "Or is Lukito still afraid of the dark"
"I haven't been afraid of the dark since I was eleven." Said Luke.
"I know, I was there remember," said his twin dryly. "You comin' or what?"
"Alright Lou, I'm comin'"
Luke stood next to Lou as he opened the door to the basement. They both descended the stairs together and once they reached the bottom, whatever Luke thought he was going to find, he never thought he would find this.
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BabyDex: Ooh a cliffhanger.
Rogue: What does Luke find in the basement?
BabyDex: I don't know. I'm sleepy. I'll figure it out tomorrow.
Rogue: Peace.
BabyDex: Hold up. Question: Where is Azkaban located?
Rogue: What can you expect, it's summer.
BabyDex: I was hoping summer would be more exciting than this.
Rogue: Don't lie to yourself. On with the damn story.
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. EVERYONE IS MINE.
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July 2006
[Azkaban Prison – Somewhere in the Wizarding World]
He had to get out there. He just had to. There was no way in hell Severus could get the Wizengamot to let him out, even with the contract as proof. They'd have to plan the biggest prison escape since his Uncle Dimitri. Voldemort had definitely made sure he couldn't escape: the Dementors were still here and watching him closely. Very closely.
Like lechers. Perverts. He'd always been told he was too pretty to go to jail, but he'd never known how true it was until now.
If only he hadn't gone, if only he hadn't been caught, if only he had ducked when Nymphadora sent that Stunning spell at him. If only he hadn't signed that contract. But no, he had to sign it. He couldn't let Tommy fall to the Dark side. If Tommy had signed it, there would have been no coming back for him. So he had signed it, he could come back. Luke Malfoy always found a new way to reinvent himself.
Luke A. Malfoy. Lucius Angeles Malfoy. The innocent one. The one who had once been the greatest singer of all time. Greater than Michael Jackson even. The one, who they never thought would join the Dark side, had joined the Dark side. It was either him or Tommy, and frankly, he was the more popular choice.
If his father had seen him now he'd have a fit. With his white silk pajama bottoms and white flannel shirt, practically brown with dirt and grit; it hadn't been washed in a month. His long, ice-blonde hair plaited in a dirty braid that hung like a rattail down to his knees (it had a habit of growing two feet in a month if it hadn't been cut); he hadn't washed it in a week. His heart-shaped face was all dirty and grimy, his blue-gray eyes fearful and dull, and to top it all off, he wasn't wearing any shoes. If he got a cut on his foot right now it'd be infected instantly from all the dirt on the floor.
But he had some good things going for him. First off, he still had hid soul so he knew what he was doing, and he was also getting first-hand experience of acting like a mindless zombie. If he ever got out, he'd use this to scare he shit out of Kiss and his kids. He'd love to see the looks on their faces. Second, his wings had grown back so he didn't have to stay on the ground so much and he could sleep with his wings fully covering him, so he didn't have to sleep on the ground or worry about people jumping him in the middle of the night. Finally, the Dementors left Azkaban at exactly 8:00 PM every night and didn't come back until 5:00 AM (he still had his watch), so had nine hours to figure out how to get out of here.
Getting out of his cell was easy. They may have broken his wand, but he didn't need it to do magic. In Rogue World, your body is your wand and magic flows through you. Plus, there was the fact that when he pulled a strand of hair out of head it would become a thin strip of steel, perfect for picking locks. It's good to have a wife whose favorite pastime is picking locks.
7:55. The Dementors started to disappear one by one while the others started to make their last rounds of the night. One Dementor stopped at Luke's cell and looked in. He was sitting on the floor with his wings spread out, staring absently at the wall, like a mindless zombie. The Dementor cocked his hooded-head at the strange blonde angel, then shook his head and left. He had other things to do.
8:00. The last Dementor disappeared. Luke got up and began to pick the lock. 45 seconds, he thought, a new record. He had looked everywhere accept the very bottom floor, the basement. He heard from the other prisoners that "the angel" came from down there. It was ironic to him because, as far as he knew, he was the only angel in Azkaban and he was all the way on the top floor.
As he made his way down to the basement, he noticed a lot of the prisoners calling out to him.
"Angel! Help us! Save us from this horrid place!" They would say. And when he just moved on they would cry out to him: "Angel! Why do you leave us?!"
He really didn't want to leave them, but how could he help them if he couldn't find a way out? So he just kept going.
When he got to the first floor, he felt as if he were looking into a mirror. It was the same blue-gray eyes, the same ice-blonde braid, the same clothes, the same wings; everything was the same. He knew only one other person who could look like that and he was supposed to be dead. At least, that's what he thought. They never did find the body.
They both just stood there and looked at each other. Then the mirror image started to back away.
"Wait!" Luke shouted. "Who are you?"
"The question is," replied the mirror image, who sounded exactly like Luke. "Who do you want me to be?"
"You can't be," said Luke. "You supposed to be dead!"
"I could be," shrugged the mirror image. "And I was . . . just not anymore"
Then the mirror image turned and ran. Luke ran after him; he just had to know if that was his brother or not. The mirror image ran down the corridor, turned right into another, then left into another. He then stopped in front of the door to the basement and looked back at Luke.
"If you really want to know what happened, you'll come down to the basement with me." He said, and then he looked at Luke and smirked. "Or is Lukito still afraid of the dark"
"I haven't been afraid of the dark since I was eleven." Said Luke.
"I know, I was there remember," said his twin dryly. "You comin' or what?"
"Alright Lou, I'm comin'"
Luke stood next to Lou as he opened the door to the basement. They both descended the stairs together and once they reached the bottom, whatever Luke thought he was going to find, he never thought he would find this.
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BabyDex: Ooh a cliffhanger.
Rogue: What does Luke find in the basement?
BabyDex: I don't know. I'm sleepy. I'll figure it out tomorrow.
Rogue: Peace.
BabyDex: Hold up. Question: Where is Azkaban located?